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I prefer absurd horror. Naturalism and magical realism take all the fun out of it. I don’t want to take out the DVD and know that if I simply avoid this particular campsite or houses built on ancient Indian burial grounds, I’ll be safe. I don’t want to know about the troubled childhood of the ghost or the serial killer. The true horrors are in the unknown, and more so, in the unknowable. Continue reading →